Where the hood at, where the block burn,
Dogs in the alley, let the Glocks turn,
Ruff Ryder logo in the night sky,
Darkness in my eyes, ain’t no fright, I
Ride through the rats, through the shattered glass,
Past the yellow tape, where the ghosts laugh,
Hookers on the corner, fiends in the trench,
I bark at the moon, let the scent drench,
Hoodies up, Timberlands stomp concrete,
Blood on the drum, DMX heartbeat—
Where the hood at? Right here, stay loud,
We don’t die, we just black out, proud.